This is About What You Want it To Be
Every new arrival is more time known
And it takes me by surprise
Just how much I spill my guts
My change spread across 73rd
You have an eye that laughs, I noticed
And a laugh that’s rare
A voice that sits deep in my past, she’s
Turning me red, the living room chair
It’s a star born for our meeting again
It’s a “don’t lose it now: the love of a friend”
It’s a trip to the moon. you hung it, you did.
It was just what you are, not what you could’ve been
I came to you like an adventure unraveled
Armstrong in the light of the moon
Every word I thought I knew
Was lost in the pale blue sight of you
A star’s enough when you know its shine
When it calls you from an inner place
It’s a spiritual knowing, a happening of sorts
It’s the perfect eye for a perfect storm













